Miguel Gritar
Que esta cansado que le digan lo que debe hacer
Que cualquier desgraciado liga mas que el
Que se harto ver incómodo, o impávido
Que la fila de al lado siempre se mueva mas rápido
Que su jefe tiene mas antojos que una diva
Que viaja al Soho y el con el desalojo arriba
Que no renunciaría pero si le daría
Un par de puñetazos mas el I.V.A.
Que el tipo tiene fotos de su lamborghini
Tomando martini con la chica en bikini
Y eso lo irrita pero ya no lo excita
Ni la Dolce Vita de Fellini
Será que yo no opino igual
Pero esa voz no me cae mal
Y entonces entro a pensar
No sé que es lo que me hace quedar
No sé que es lo que me tranca acá
por que siempre termino escuchando a Miguel gritar
Que la mujer le fue infiel, en la luna de miel
Que no le importa ser cruel, ni lo que opinen de el
Y aunque ella corra para que alguien la socorra
Le va a arrancar la piel y se va a hacer un abrigo de zorra
Que no uso identy kit de Brad Pitt (no)
Que nunca vio a Limp Bizkit ni Aerosmith (no)
Que es como un hobbit (si), o Roger Rabbit (si)
Que todo le da déficit y nada superávit
Que ni un rayo ilumina su vida anodina
Que conoció gallos que resultaron gallinas
Que va a cortar la mala racha con un hacha
Y que no agacha la cabeza ante ninguna cretina
Será que yo no opino igual
Pero esa voz no me cae mal
Y entonces entro a pensar
No sé que es lo que me hace quedar
No sé que es lo que me tranca acá
por que siempre termino escuchando a Miguel gritar
No entiendo que pasa
Trabajo como un burro y no puedo comprarme casa
Y nada, me asombra
Y estoy tan tranquilo, como una bomba
La vida me dio boca de jarro,
Siempre fue el ultimo orejón del tarro
Y no doy mas una mano
Este mundo no esta sano
Y no aguanto ni un minuto mas
Que se siente como en coma en un C.T.I.
Como el reo mas buscado por el F.B.I.
Como el deudor mas pertinaz del F.M.I.
Como el producto mas bruto del P.B.I.
Que quedo inmóvil con lo de Chernobyl
Que logro ver al papa en el papamóvil
Que jamás vio luz al final del túnel
Y no encontró paz ni buscándola en Google
Que ya no quiere vivir
Que esta dentro del rango de la hora de partir
Que esta en el fango y como en el tango
Ni el tiro del final le va a salir
No sé que es lo que me hace quedar
No sé que es lo que me tranca acá
por que siempre termino escuchando a Miguel gritar
Escuchando a Miguel gritar
Miguel Screaming
He is tired of being told what to do
That any unfortunate guy gets more than him
That he is tired of seeing himself uncomfortable, or impassive
May the queue next to you always move faster
That your boss has more cravings than a diva
Who travels to Soho and he with the eviction above
That I wouldn't give up but I would give it
A couple of punches plus VAT
That the guy has photos of his lamborghini
Drinking martini with the girl in bikini
And that irritates him but it doesn't excite him anymore
Not even Fellini's Dolce Vita
Maybe I don't think the same
But I don't dislike that voice
And then I start to think
I don't know what makes me stay
I don't know what's blocking me here
why do i always end up hearing miguel screaming
That the woman was unfaithful to him, on their honeymoon
He doesn't care about being cruel, or what people think of him
And even if she runs to get help
He's going to rip off her skin and make himself a fox coat
I don't use Brad Pitt's identity kit (no)
Who never saw Limp Bizkit or Aerosmith (no)
Which is like a hobbit (yes), or Roger Rabbit (yes)
That everything gives a deficit and no surplus
That not even a ray illuminates his dull life
Who knew roosters that turned out to be hens
He's going to cut the bad streak with an axe
And he doesn't bow his head to any cretin
Maybe I don't think the same
But I don't dislike that voice
And then I start to think
I don't know what makes me stay
I don't know what's blocking me here
why do i always end up hearing miguel screaming
I don't understand what's happening
I work like a donkey and I can't buy a house
And nothing, it surprises me
And I'm so calm, like a bomb
Life gave me a hard time
He was always the last ear of the jar
And I'm not giving a hand anymore
This world is not healthy
And I can't stand it another minute
That feels like a coma in an ICU
As the FBI's most wanted inmate
As the most persistent debtor of the IMF
As the gross domestic product of the GDP
I was left motionless by Chernobyl
I managed to see the Pope in the Popemobile
Who never saw light at the end of the tunnel
And he didn't find peace even by searching for it on Google
Who no longer wants to live
That is within the range of the departure time
That is in the mud and like in the tango
Not even the final shot will work out for him
I don't know what makes me stay
I don't know what's blocking me here
why do i always end up hearing miguel screaming
Listening to Miguel scream